Two thousand and six was a big, weird year: it was slow and fast, hard and easy, lonely and happy, nothing and everything. I grew up a lot, but there was damage suffered along the way...there's some, like, stretch marks left over, y'know? (LAME. This is what English lit has done to me.)
I'm going to try and capture it all here, bear with me.
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